Sometimes all you need for a perfect evening is to get lost on the way home. I took a road less travelled and found myself in corners of my city I’ve never seen before, where old and derelict industrial buildings vie for space with long grass and poppies; where a giant pumping station grows humongous pipes that curve into an unrippled pond; where rows upon rows of liveaboards line the dikes; where small, happy children frolick around gorgeous apartment buildings with huge gardens. It was a brief journey of discovery, one that tickled my imagination, washed off the stress of the day, and made me eager to get on my keyboard and finish a long-unfinished story. Which I am about to do now.